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Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Search...

Staring into the horizon,The hues in the skies run wild,The heart won't listen to reason,Like a petulant,wilful childThe smiles don't come easily now,they have no reason to stay,Thoughts go down dark alleysBut they never go awayDon't really know what I'll find out therewith the roads covered in mist,Just want to break the ties that bind meTo the world they say existsThe vacant eyes, the needless chatterNone of the things that really matterThe gloomy depths of fruitless desireWishing? That's playing with fireThe sun goes down with its last rayand that brings us to the end of another day..